You are not here a moment too soon. Welcome! Come on in, put your feet up. Can I bring you some cider? September blew through here and knocked me flat on my arse. Yes, I did just say arse. It can't have gone soon enough. I won't miss it.
That song, "Wake Me When September Ends" - I wrote it. Okay, I didn't write it, but I could have after this month, if someone hadn't already written it.
I love you, October. I think you're going to be very, very good to me, if only because the very, very bad is done with and it's all uphill from here, right?
Now, bring me that horizon.
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